The Book of Elizabethan VerseWilliam Stanley Braithwaite H. B. Turner & Company, 1907 - 823 strán (strany) |
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... rest that have written before her time or since , for sense , sweetness and subtilitie even by as much oddes as her own excellent estate and degree exceedeth all the rest of her most humble vassals . " The slight- est glance at her ...
... rest that have written before her time or since , for sense , sweetness and subtilitie even by as much oddes as her own excellent estate and degree exceedeth all the rest of her most humble vassals . " The slight- est glance at her ...
Strana 16
... rest ; Then thou would'st melt the ice out of thy breast And thy relenting heart would kindly warm . O if thy pride did not our joys controul , What world of loving wonders should'st thou see ; For if I saw thee once transformed in me ...
... rest ; Then thou would'st melt the ice out of thy breast And thy relenting heart would kindly warm . O if thy pride did not our joys controul , What world of loving wonders should'st thou see ; For if I saw thee once transformed in me ...
Strana 42
... rest : To the field we are not pressed ; Nor are called into the town , To be troubled with the gown . Hang all officers , we cry , And the magistrate too , by ! When the subsidy's increased , We are not a penny sessed ; Nor will any go ...
... rest : To the field we are not pressed ; Nor are called into the town , To be troubled with the gown . Hang all officers , we cry , And the magistrate too , by ! When the subsidy's increased , We are not a penny sessed ; Nor will any go ...
Strana 48
... rest complains of cares to come . The flowers do fade , and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields : A honey tongue , a heart of gall , Is fancy's spring but sorrow's fall . Thy gowns , thy shoes , thy beds of roses , Thy cap ...
... rest complains of cares to come . The flowers do fade , and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields : A honey tongue , a heart of gall , Is fancy's spring but sorrow's fall . Thy gowns , thy shoes , thy beds of roses , Thy cap ...
Strana 59
... rest : Ah ! wanton , will ye ? And if I sleep , then percheth he With pretty flight , And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong night . Strike I my lute , he tunes the string ; He music plays if so I sing ; He lends me every lovely ...
... rest : Ah ! wanton , will ye ? And if I sleep , then percheth he With pretty flight , And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong night . Strike I my lute , he tunes the string ; He music plays if so I sing ; He lends me every lovely ...
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Strana 410 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Strana 519 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Strana 59 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring.
Strana 389 - Orpheus with his lute made trees. And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring.
Strana 601 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Strana 69 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Strana 498 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky! The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly...
Strana 599 - Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Strana 169 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there.
Strana 155 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.